Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.